The cheerful bustle of the outer city slowed as we strolled toward the heart, passing from the open markets and blocks of half-timbered buildings to the quiet estates of the inner city. The uneven cobblestone streets led us past walled courtyards and gardens, the thick canopy overhead casting us in cool shade. Autumn came late and mild to Sylvarus, but the few rays that broke through the boughs barely warmed the chill.
"We could have flown," Luke said as we passed a cold stone manor pocketmarked with craters. One of the houses that had fallen in the aftermath of the war.
"It's fine," I said. "I'd rather walk with you."
"We've been walking for a while. Are you sure you're not too tired?" he asked.
I shook my head. My feet hurt a little, and my breathing wasn't nearly as even as I liked, but it was more than worth it to hold his hand and enjoy the quiet walk. There weren't many opportunities for that left. And none in such a peaceful place.
